In a Manner of Poetry

December 17, 2018March 16, 2019

Shouldn’t Have Said That

I loved you more than I loved myselfI trusted you with my heart and mental healthYou swore you’d never abandon or leave meI thought you were someone I could depend on and believeBut here we are, awkward and not talkingIf only you knew apologies were as easy as walkingI know I’m not perfect, I know that argument is on meBut what else do you want me to do, I bought you flowers and said sorryBut of course, nothing I do is good enough for youYou want someone who’ll treat you like shit, something I’ll never do